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Bending fictional men to her will since she learned to print.
Taryn Leigh Taylor likes dinosaurs, bridges, and space, both personal and of the final frontier variety.
She shamelessly indulges in cliches, most notably her Starbucks addiction (grande-six-pump-whole-milk-no-water chai tea latte, aka: the usual), her shoe hoard (I can stop anytime I...ooh! These are pretty!), and her penchant for falling in lust with fictional men with great abs (Roarke, Harvey Specter, Kid Chaos, Dean Winchester, and so on, ad infinitum.)
She also really loves books, which is what sent her down the crazy path of writing one in the first place.
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